WordPress, I think about as highly of the update as I do these snails.

We carried the bucket to the pond. The ducks were uncertain. The goose had a feast.

Why, though, did my two clicks for adding a picture turn to five?

Perhaps I can feed this editing platform update to some wild creature as well…

The light moves up as the sun goes down.

A picnic on blankets and chairs. His wrinkled cheeks under his chubby ones. Her hair cascading down her growing back. My toes, tiny, covered in dirt and red polish. His toes, tiny, covered in purple sparkle shine. We eat snow peas from ten feet away and listen to the bees on the broccoli and radish.

I don’t joke when I show my garden to others, introducing it as My Happy Place.